Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia Professor He looked at Qin Guan's application . He is 186 centimeters tall . (Qin Guan had grown by 1 centimeter in half a year) . Not that tall, more like average height . He is 19 . Huh? He's studying at the Capital University of Finance and Economics, not at a modelling school . I should pay attention to him . Who said that models are not educated? Here is an exception .
The photographer called Chen watched Qin Guan walk until he reached the backstage . "Look at his figure! He's the perfect human . His shoulders, waist and hips are all perfect . Maybe I can invite him to work with me on my next project . "
Professor He pushed the photographer to recall him back to reality . "Let's talk about the competition first . Pass?"
Chen nodded heavily . "Definitely pass!"
As No . 22 walked out holding his head high, He and Chen looked up and had a discussion .
"He looks fine, but something's off about him . "
"Compared to No . 21, his legs are shorter, his waist is thicker, and his feet and head are bigger . "
No . 22 walked forward with tears on his face . My dear judges, could you lower your voices? I can hear you in this large, empty room . I'm so depressed!
His fate had been decided before he'd turned around .
"Generally speaking, he is fine compared to the rest . "
"There is nothing special about him . I can't decide . He's a maybe . "
A good young man, who would have normally passed to the next stage of the competition, had his application ruthlessly thrown into the undecided pile because of Qin Guan . No . 22 went backstage in low spirits . The first thing he saw was Qin Guan, who was putting on his pants .
He walked towards him angrily with narrowed eyes . The charged atmosphere immediately attracted the surrounding models’ attention .
"No . 22 is looking for trouble with No . 21 . "
"Why?"
"He was just unlucky enough to get on the stage after No . 21 . "
"Wow!"
The onlookers watched the two of them meaningfully .
Qin Guan fastened the buttons on his jeans . Putting on his T shirt, he asked, "What's the matter?"
No . 22 glared at him . "Where are you from?"
Qin Guan answered automatically, "Y city . "
"I’m asking about your agency!"
"New Silk Road . "
"Impossible!" No . 22 exploded . "I work with New Silk Road, and I have never seen you before!"
The gossip-loving audience grew even more excited .
"What's going on? They're from the same agency?"
"Possibly . They don't know each other . It’s an internal conflict . "
No . 22 was quite agitated . Qin Guan said one word slowly, "Subordinated . "
No . 22 was so angry, his lungs seemed about to explode . That man is so annoying!
If Qin Guan was new at New Silk Road, No . 22 would have avoided him in the competition . He happened not to be in the system, so they would have fought with their gloves off . He had made a promise to his agent that he would become the champion in the local final easily . What now though? No . 22 felt a little fatter, as if he had swallowed his promise .
Qin Guan arranged his clothes in his bag, walked past No . 22 and asked an assistant, "Can I leave to get some rest when the competition is over? When will the results be announced?"
The assistant answered carefully, "On the same day . When the competition is over, the contestants can go wherever they like . They can just come back here and check the results . The contestants who pass the preliminary competition will be informed about the local final by the organizing committee with a notice . All they have to do is attend the final on the date and address stated in the notice . "
The rules were clear . Qin Guan nodded and got ready to leave with his bag .
No . 22, who had been openly ignored, shouted angrily at Qin Guan like an aggressive rooster, "You have no manners! I was talking to you! Why aren't you paying attention? Actually, I’m also a New Silk Road model . I’m your predecessor! These days people don't respect their predecessors!"
No . 22 was getting more and more agitated . He had been ashamed into anger, and his confidence had been hurt . He was waving his arms around, looking even more like a rooster .
Qin Guan sighed helplessly as he put his bag on his back . Those young men can hardly control their temper . (Please, your actual age is 19 . ) He shrugged at No . 22 with open arms and said without any sincerity, "Hi, predecessor . " Then he added, pouring oil on the flames, "So?"
So? F*cking so! No . 22 was about to explode when Qin Guan went on, "Any questions? In any competition, we depend only on results . Manners maketh a man, as you said yourself just now . "
No . 22's heart was pierced by his words, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head . His liver was quivering . Shaking, he looked like he was about to say something . Before he could find the right words, Qin Guan walked out, leaving him alone in the empty backstage area like a clown surrounded by his audience .
No . 22 looked left and right, picked up his bag and ran into the fitting room quickly . He was still in his swimming trunks . You bastard, wait and see! I’ll make you die!
Qin Guan was quite relaxed . The competition had been more casual than he had imagined, which had fit his taste well . Sister Xue stood nervously in the corridor outside . She felt relieved as soon as she saw Qin Guan walking out with a relaxed expression .
Qin Guan gave her a summary of the future arrangements and told her about the farce with No . 22 backstage .
Sister Xue sneered, "Don't worry about him . Just prepare for the following competition . That guy can't handle you . If he's plotting something, he will regret it . "
Qin Guan was curious about her confidence . "Why? Sister Xue, are you a Mafia boss? Have I fallen under your protection by accident?"
Sister Xue poked at his head . His behavior had once again not lived up to her expectations . "You bastard! I've told you time and time again to pay attention to the modelling profession, but you don't listen to me . Professor Li is your boss!"
"Professor Li?"
"Definitely Professor Li!"
"Is she a tutor at the Capital Institute of Fashion Technology?"
Sister Xue was so angry that she burst into helpless laughter . She patted Qin Guan on the back hard . "A tutor? You have been her student for so long! Is that the only thing you know about her?"
Bang, bang, bang, bang . . .
Qin Guan got beaten again .
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